The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The hall smelled of beeswax and old wine. It was a heavy scent, caked into the velvet drapes and the oak floorboards. Margaret sat at the far end of the long table. She did not look up. Around her, the court moved like smoke. Robes of silk and wool. Faces painted with powder and paint. They spoke in low, sharp tones. The air was thick with judgment. It was a feast for the eyes, but a famine for...

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